To gain admission to the Burj Al Arab premises, you either have to be a hotel guest or be able to present a confirmed table reservation at one of the hotel’s restaurants. Rieko and I chose the cheaper of the two options and booked a table for two for afternoon tea. Our first choice was a table in the Skyview Bar, but it was fully booked until next week, so we ended up with a table at the Sahn Eddar restaurant on the first floor instead.
I’m not really a sightseeing person, but today I visited both Tiananmen Square and the Forbidden City. The sun has been shining all day so in the afternoon, I wanted to buy myself a nice and cold ice cream. I thought that I had bought a vanilla/strawberry popsicle but I was wrong. What I thought was strawberry jam turned out to be some kind of bean paste.
A Swedish friend of mine, who studied Chinese in Beijing last summer, had told me to visit Private Kitchen for the best Peking duck in the city. This evening I therefore set off for Private Kitchen armed with Google Maps and a roaring appetite.
Yesterday, I spent the entire evening walking up and down Ghost Street. This vibrant street is lined with Chinese restaurants and thousands of red paper lanterns shroud the street in an almost magical glow. Some may find it a bit kitschy in a “waving-cats-and-Mao-portrait-plates” kind of way, and I agree that this setting probably wouldn’t work anywhere else than in China.
On our last evening in Tokyo, we had arranged to meet for dinner with Tina (a friend of mine from high school) and her husband, who also happened to be in Tokyo. Due to Golden Week the restaurant where we had planned to eat was closed, so with the rain streaming down our necks, we had to try to find somewhere else.
OMG is probably one of the most affordable jeans stores in New York, and when I first visited this store, I doubted that the store items were authentic. Why? Because the jeans were so cheap and the location so close to Canal Street, which is infamous for counterfeit goods. I later found out that it is in fact the real deal, which is great news for denim-lovers on a budget.
Before I came to Kenya, I didn’t have the slightest idea about what people in this part of the world were having for dinner, but after almost a week in the country, with three daily doses of Kenyan food culture, I have already got a fairly good impression of what makes a traditional Kenyan meal.